Reflecting Heart

I'm familiar with the flow of her body, the way that her eyes twinkle when she gets an idea that could only end in disaster. She clenches her hands when she’s nervous, clicking the bones until I'm sure they’re about to break. She rubs at her nose when she’s about to cry, and shoves her hands in her pockets when she’s insecure. A lot of people say that she is unpredictable, but they just aren’t paying attention.

I pay attention.